On Lone Dragon Island in the North Sea, Ye Zhen rubbed his brow with a touch of pain.
In the short span of half a quarter-hour, moving 1.5 million human slaves brought from all across the Devil Race's territory out of the Mirage Dragon Pearl had consumed an enormous amount of Ye Zhen's primordial spirit power.
Sixty percent of his primordial spirit power had been depleted.
It was only because Ye Zhen possessed the Four-Colored Primordial Spirit. Otherwise, with his current primordial spirit power, he would not have been able to send these 1.5 million rescued human slaves out in such a short time.
There was no helping it. These newly freed, unorganized human slaves were different from an army.
As long as Ye Zhen opened a passage into the Mirage Dragon Pearl for the army under his command, they could rush out in the shortest possible time, barely consuming any of Ye Zhen's primordial spirit power.
But these slaves who had just been rescued from the Devil Race, terrified beyond measure and emotionally unstable, were completely different.
Seeing that the island had gained 1.5 million more mouths to feed in less than half an hour, Chu Zhao, Lone Dragon Island's chief steward of internal affairs, furrowed his brows so deeply they formed the character for river.
The current situation was such that even guarding and managing these 1.5 million people on Lone Dragon Island was proving somewhat difficult.
The moment Ye Zhen had a spare moment, Chu Zhao hurriedly asked, "May I ask, my lord, how are these 1.5 million people to be handled?"
After speaking, he added with a face full of worry, "My lord, although Lone Dragon Island is vast, I fear it will be very difficult to house and feed these 1.5 million people for long."